The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.

Monday, February 10, 2014

A very good weekend - almost

It was Daughter's birthday yesterday so we've been in Devon for the weekend. Son-in-law took Daughter out on Saturday afternoon while we took the grandchildren swimming and then GrandDaughter and I set to making a cake. GrandDaughter is definitely of the opinion that more is better when it comes to chocolate hearts, chocolate balls and mini marshmallows.Daughter was very pleased with the present I almost kept for myself: The Smitten Kitchen Cookbook. Yummy recipes and fun words to accompany them. I found it in a local bookshop but have just noticed it's available for kindle on Amazon. It won't be the same as a book though ...She was also pleased with her large box of Thorntons Viennese truffles, which she opened straightaway ... and offered to the children!!!! I was appalled. 'You don't give those to children!!!' When our children were little we didn't give them chocolate for years: we even ate their Easter eggs (for their good of course) until they got wise to us. They certainly didn't get to eat any of our 'posh' chocolates.

Somewhere along the way during the course of the weekend we watched the Wales Ireland rugby game. In bed that night I tried to think of something positive to take from it: I couldn't think of a single thing. The best I could come up with was: at least they didn't totally thrash and humiliate us. Oh wait, yes, they did.